Chapter 8: Vanity or Soul (Part XI)
As my head started to feel light I knew I’m already sleeping since I can see the clear view of the “room” with him sitting comfortably on his very own bloody chair. The doors are still present, with one of them open to my delightful use, I still want to access a few points inside the mansion, with so many items to look for, I might know the origin in which made us bound together. Paintings are now floating around the area that looks familiar to me for some point, some in which hang inside my house, given to me by our butler who as a matter of fact is having a vacation for this week. Tiles, shine like crystals with its contrast radiating its crimson black color, making it a place obvious for radiance. There he sits looking at me from where I stand, with his smiles meaning something is upon
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